Her eyes as blue as the ocean. Hair as long as dangling grapevines.
What Is not to love? But that ocean rages in heavy waves. That grapevine grabs hold of everything in its path. Choking it. What is to love? You learn to swim in that ocean. Pulling you under. You claw at the tide. Your struggles useless beneath the salt. You learn to grab hold on that grapevine.
And swing
Swim in that ocean. Float in that ocean. Your eyes will weaken. But you won't. soar within those vines. Your stomach will flip. Your insides will shake. Your eyes will widen at the sight of the ground.
But you will not reach it.
- Love
